I am trying to brother. Even with the knuckle dragger that threatened to rape me out at the center in March but I was conventially not there and had heard no one tell me that anyone was looking for me.

Have I ever been assaulted? Well, yes, but most of it happened during my childhood. This is a little long, I have some very amusing stories.

The first time was a sexual incident when I was five years old...in my kindergarten class. Some little black kid (boy, do they start young) kept telling me he liked me and that I was pretty. Even back then I was disgusted. I told him no, I hated him, leave me alone, etc. Then he just flat out reached out his hand and tried to touch me between my legs. Some other black kid exposed himself to me later on. Another time, a group of boys kept sneaking up on me and kissing me when I wasn't looking. A lot of them were black, but a few of them were white. I felt like I was being ganged up on. I know it was only kissing but I felt angry and embarrassed and they laughed at me while I was crying in shame.

This all happened in KINDERGARTEN.

In first grade I met this black kid who liked me and was always giving me these stupid sentimental looks and half-insane smiles. Something was not quite right about him, and I made no secret of my hatred for him. Oh boy, did I hate that kid. One time I just walked right up to him and pinched him real hard on the back of his neck. I had wanted to do that for a long time. He had a voice like Urkel. So annoying.

When I was in third grade, I was on the playground, when the lunch bell rang, and these huge black male sixth-graders started a stampede while running back and I got caught in it. Being a very shy, skinny little white girl, I had no chance of getting out of it unscathed. They knocked me on my tailbone, and it must have hit my sciatic nerve, with the effects going straight to my brain. I remember not being able to breathe, and I lost my vision for a few moments. To this day, I still have lower back problems.

In fifth grade, a group of black girls wanted to kill me because I merely mentioned in a class discussion on the Civil Rights era that blacks had to sit in the back of the bus, while the white people could sit in the front. A perfectly innocent statement about a historical occurrence. They ganged up on me after the teacher left and threatened to beat me to death after school. Humiliated me in front of the entire class, pulling my hair and calling me a bitch. I had to literally run home after that to avoid being attacked. I cried. I was so hurt and so confused. I had no idea what had just happened. Some of those girls I had been friendly with. I was just HURT. I have never fully gotten over that incident.

In sixth grade, a black kid spit on me on the playground. Another one wiped snot from his nose in my hair. Another one just ran up to me and smashed a cupcake in my face.

Nothing much happened after that, since I started going to a white school in seventh grade.

I had several small incidents after that. Some black guy who I had previously been friendly with caught a glimpse of my bra strap and asked if he could snap it. I turned around with a look of death and yelled "WHAT!" right in his face. He smiled, putting his hands up and backing away, as if telling me to calm down.

In my college astronomy class some black girls behind me kept talking behind me and I turned around and politely asked them to be quiet. These white kids beside laughed in shock...like, WHOA! she stood up to some black girls!...and then THEY started talking. By then I started getting pissed, then the black girl said I shouldn't have sat on that side of the room.

Me: "Look, I have the right to sit where I want, okay?"
Black chick: "Well, I have the right to talk if I want to, then."
Me: "Well you should have some *%#@*^% CONSIDERATION for people on this side of the room!"
BG: mumble, mumble....

Later on some black guy walked past me and started to say something sexual. I looked straight at him with eyes of stone, baring my teeth at him, and all but hissed. I think he was just a LITTLE intimidated by that. They aren't used to strong, aggressive white women.

Ive been in a few fights, but i wouldn't say i was ever assaulted, if some filthy nig...excuse me..."ethnic" starts on me then i will hit it back. I find that once you stand up to them they usually back down, then they start mouthing about how "you're not worth it"(if im not worth it why did you start on me in the first place???!!!) and then walk away saying how they would've beat the crap out of me.Idiots.

I don't know if this counts but i always used to fight Moors and few blacks back at my old School. (I really was at the wrong school, non-whites where really the majority.) Do you know Terra college? That school where White Teacher was shot in the head infront of whole school during recess (he was shot by an a Turk called Murat D).

Look at the following message:
Translation: He Murat do you know us ? We know you too!!!

Have I ever been assaulted? Well, yes, but most of it happened during my childhood. This is a little long, I have some very amusing stories.

The first time was a sexual incident when I was five years old...in my kindergarten class. Some little black kid (boy, do they start young) kept telling me he liked me and that I was pretty. Even back then I was disgusted. I told him no, I hated him, leave me alone, etc. Then he just flat out reached out his hand and tried to touch me between my legs. Some other black kid exposed himself to me later on. Another time, a group of boys kept sneaking up on me and kissing me when I wasn't looking. A lot of them were black, but a few of them were white. I felt like I was being ganged up on. I know it was only kissing but I felt angry and embarrassed and they laughed at me while I was crying in shame.

This all happened in KINDERGARTEN.

In first grade I met this black kid who liked me and was always giving me these stupid sentimental looks and half-insane smiles. Something was not quite right about him, and I made no secret of my hatred for him. Oh boy, did I hate that kid. One time I just walked right up to him and pinched him real hard on the back of his neck. I had wanted to do that for a long time. He had a voice like Urkel. So annoying.

When I was in third grade, I was on the playground, when the lunch bell rang, and these huge black male sixth-graders started a stampede while running back and I got caught in it. Being a very shy, skinny little white girl, I had no chance of getting out of it unscathed. They knocked me on my tailbone, and it must have hit my sciatic nerve, with the effects going straight to my brain. I remember not being able to breathe, and I lost my vision for a few moments. To this day, I still have lower back problems.

In fifth grade, a group of black girls wanted to kill me because I merely mentioned in a class discussion on the Civil Rights era that blacks had to sit in the back of the bus, while the white people could sit in the front. A perfectly innocent statement about a historical occurrence. They ganged up on me after the teacher left and threatened to beat me to death after school. Humiliated me in front of the entire class, pulling my hair and calling me a bitch. I had to literally run home after that to avoid being attacked. I cried. I was so hurt and so confused. I had no idea what had just happened. Some of those girls I had been friendly with. I was just HURT. I have never fully gotten over that incident.

In sixth grade, a black kid spit on me on the playground. Another one wiped snot from his nose in my hair. Another one just ran up to me and smashed a cupcake in my face.

Nothing much happened after that, since I started going to a white school in seventh grade.

I had several small incidents after that. Some black guy who I had previously been friendly with caught a glimpse of my bra strap and asked if he could snap it. I turned around with a look of death and yelled "WHAT!" right in his face. He smiled, putting his hands up and backing away, as if telling me to calm down.

In my college astronomy class some black girls behind me kept talking behind me and I turned around and politely asked them to be quiet. These white kids beside laughed in shock...like, WHOA! she stood up to some black girls!...and then THEY started talking. By then I started getting pissed, then the black girl said I shouldn't have sat on that side of the room.

Me: "Look, I have the right to sit where I want, okay?"
Black chick: "Well, I have the right to talk if I want to, then."
Me: "Well you should have some *%#@*^% CONSIDERATION for people on this side of the room!"
BG: mumble, mumble....

Later on some black guy walked past me and started to say something sexual. I looked straight at him with eyes of stone, baring my teeth at him, and all but hissed. I think he was just a LITTLE intimidated by that. They aren't used to strong, aggressive white women.

I used to be at a black school too many of your story's are very familur to mee. Some times i even didn't dare to say anything against them because i knew they would come in masses after me. They only dare something if they are in majority or just way older then you. When i was 13 years old i got in a fight with an 16 year old morrocan, because i was to pissed at him (because he and his black friend from Columbia used to tease and bully me around). Iam still proud that i broke his nose even if it almost expelled me from school after it. Really sad to start a fight first and then lose to someone who is 3 years younger then you. And go to head of a school afterwards

On my first day in fifth grade some negroids surrounded me and grabbed me in a chokehold, they were in sixth grade, but seemed to be at least a grade or two behind. They asked me if I was white or hispanic, and I said "I'm white", proudly. I was thrown on the ground and stomped on. I was told this was reverse racism, not a hate crime, and nothing was ever done about it. When I pointed out the main perpetrator and a few of the others who surrounded me, they denied it and I was ignored.

One day at school, it was my freshman year so I had just started at a new school, and it was about a week in to the year when my teacher sat me beside a Negro. We were sitting there listening to her when she turned her back to us and was writing on the black board, he started to touch me somewhere he shouldn’t have been, so I told him to stop and when he didn’t I stabbed him with my lead pencil. He then shouted and the teacher asked him what was the matter and he said nothing. He never tried it again.